Before anyone asks, no I did not experience this, but just felt like writing on the topic in honor of someone who died recently. So here it goes:
Getting Over Death
Getting over death,
Is not like closing the door on a dark room,
It’s a gradual progression,
Like walking down the aisle to an eager groom.
Firstly there is fear,
Then empowerment,
And finally exuberance.
Getting over death,
Is said to have five stages.
Denial.
In times like these that you shake your head vigorously,
As you just cannot believe that the plans and promises made,
And the friendships that were carefully and intricately carved,
Have tumbled down like a toppled house of cards.
Refusal to believe that that person,
The one you cherish so dearly,
Who did not deserve such a fate,
Slipped through your fingers so easily,
To the awaiting hands of the proverbial Grim Reaper.
Anger.
Shaking your fist at the heavens,
Cursing the “all-powerful” gods,
Who simply, in your opinion,
Watched on helplessly,
As your loved one was snatched so cruelly.
By the nimble hands of death.
Bargaining.
All of a sudden, you start to wonder,
Why did I not prevent them from leaving for work?
Why did I not take them seriously when they complained of ill health?
If I had put them in the back,
would it have been me instead if them?
As the unending streams of water,
Flow down your cheeks.
Lashing out at those around you,
As you cannot help but blame them,
In your inability to put a lid on your maelstrom of emotions.
Depression.
Wallowing in your sorrows,
As you reluctantly peruse,
Through what this tainted world has to offer.
Much to the worry and dismay,
Of your close friends and family.
Who, although have pure intentions,
Cannot possibly fathom.
How dark and lonely.
That abyss you find yourself in is.
Finally, there is acceptance.
Although you keep that person in your memories,
You remember the good times together,
Those of happiness and glee,
That bring a smile to your face on the saddest days.
This is when you come to the realisation,
That you are in a better place.